Date: Sat, 3 Nov 2012 01:08:03 -0400 From: John Marshall Subject: Ecstasy Renewed Chapter 33 In trying to avoid the most common plot scenarios featured on Nifty, this story continues the saga which began with "Ecstasy Island," continued with "The Working Boys," and now continues with this story, "Ecstasy Renewed." Like the previous segment, this story from time to time takes the form of a series of interviews with various characters involved (all fictitious). It's unorthodox but quite seductive, as are the figures depicted. Like "Ecstasy Island" and "The Working Boys," this one is also written in third person and proceeds in something close to real time with extensive dialogue to carry the story along and intense character development. Once more, it is extremely orgasmic with all ejaculating dialogue written in UPPER CASE. If you do not wish to be exposed to such material as described, leave now. If you are too young for this sort of thing, leave now. If reading this causes you to break the law where you live, leave now. Otherwise, take the time now to get naked and get your cock hard, start strokin' it. Jack yourself off as you read and see if you can time your own blasts of naked sexual pleasure with those of the people in the book. This one averages about two to three orgasms per chapter. For that reason, I don't recommend reading more than one chapter at a time. Any more than that might be hazardous to your sexual health...especially your hard, throbbing cock. Note: The inclusion of any actual individuals in this story is in no way meant to suggest actual occurrences or their sexual orientation. If you like what you read, let me know at crackerjacker18@hotmail.com. ECSTASY RENEWED CHAPTER 33 Doug's question brought the twins' sexual reverie to a sudden, untimely halt. "WHAT?" Buddy cried, then started laughing. "Whadya MEAN, permanently?" Bobby's hand slowed, then stopped what it had been doing to his brother's slender hard cock. "You boys like it here?" Doug questioned, sitting down next to them on the edge of the bed. "Hell yes, we like it here," Buddy returned. "What the fuck kinda question is that?" "I've been offered a job here on Ecstasy Island," Doug broke the news. "JOB?" Bobby exclaimed. "What kind of job?" Buddy wanted to know instantly, sitting up in bed to face his father as Bobby lay between them. "Director of marketing and sales," Doug told the boys. "You're kidding? You're gonna LIVE here?" Bobby cried, excitment building in his voice. "They'll build us a house, similar to...to Justin's over there," he nodded toward Justin Bieber's overblown mansion. "You'll go to school on line...and...well, you'll also be involved in some tests." "I hate tests," Bobby declared flaty, "I always screw up and misspell stuff and write down the wrong stuff." Doug smiled. "Not THAT kind of tests, Bobby." "What kind of tests?" Buddy asked. "Scientific tests...over at that big building on the other side of the lagoon, maybe you saw it when we came in on the boat," Doug explained. "Cox Pharm?" Bobby asked. "Yes," Doug told him, somewhat surprised the boy knew about the place. "Cox Pharm, they're developiing some new...drugs...I'm not sure just what kind of drugs, but they need twins like you boys who...haven't started shooting their cum yet to test the drugs on." "We gotta get shots?" Buddy wanted to know anxiously. "I...I didn't ask...I really don't know...pills, shots...one of you will be the test subject, the other will be the control subject," Doug explained in more detail. "I wanna be the CONTROL subject," Buddy quickly declared. "What's a control subject? I hate shots." Doug forced a smile. "I imagine, whatever the means of...testing...you'd both be treated exactly the same. It's called a blind test...maybe even THEY wouldn't know which one of you was getting the experimental drug and which one was getting the placebo. "What's a placebo?" Bobby quickly asked. "A pill...or whatever, exactly like the test drug but without the active ingredient," Doug explained as best he could. "That way they can observe you both and see whether the drug is effective." "Is it gonna make our cocks grow ten inches, like you said?" Bobby asked hopefully. Doug laughed. "I really don't know...I rather doubt...eight inches, maybe," Doug repeated what he'd jokingly told the boys earlier when they'd begun asking questions he wasn't then prepared to answer. "What difference does it make whether we can shoot cum?" Buddy asked seriously. "Well, son, their tests require the boys to be...preadolescence...you know what that means?" "No hairs around our cocks, no cum shooting, no voice crackin', no zits, no hairy armpits, no..." "Something like that," Doug smiled down at Bobby's discourse. "You'll be one of five sets of twins taking part in the tests." "Cool, boys just like us...pre-pubes like Justin calls us?" Buddy asked in delight. "I didn't know there were THAT many twins here. I thought us and Buff and Boff were the only ones," Bobby remarked in surpise. "Well, I don't imagine they ARE here yet," Doug explained. "The tests won't begin for a few days...weeks maybe. And, in any case, Buff and Boff are too old...not exactly...pre-pubes, as you called them." "As JUSTIN called them," Buddy corrected. "Hey, we gonna get a great big house just like Justin's?" "Something like that, maybe not quite as big," Doug told them. "That'll be up to Darin, I guess." "Darin?" Buddy frowned. "You mean Kevin's dad?" "Yes, he's to become the new head honcho here...the managing director in charge of everything," Doug revealed. "You'll be workin' for HIM?" Bobby asked in surpise. "He's HOT!" "Well, no...god, I wish..." Doug shook his head in dismay. "Actually, I'll be reporting to EcstasyInc, or more likely Cox International in Nassau." "How much money ya gonna make?" Buddy inquired anxiously, dollar signs popping up in his eyes like an old fashiioned cash register. "Well...that's kind of up in the air...Darin is working on that...but...well...Cox International, that's the company that owns EcstasyInc...which is the company which owns Ecstasy Island AND Cox Pharmaceuticals over there..." Doug paused, wondering just how much he should tell the boys and how much they'd understand in any case. "Cox International has offered to buy the business...the agency...our company..." "How much?" Buddy asked insistantly. "Plenty," Doug decided at the last moment not to get involved in numbers with the boys. "A LOT...more than it's worth, let me assure you." "We gonna be MILLIONAIRES?" Bobby asked gleefully. Doug smiled. "Does that matter?" "Well..." Buddy paused, not liking the fact his father was not telling them everything. "I mean, if you boys don't wanna do this...if you wanna go back, come Saturday, if you wanna start school in September and...take tests and listen to your teachers give boring lessons about photosynthesis and the War of 1812 and past participles and..." The twins looked at one another and laughed out loud. "I take it that means you're on board?" Doug smiled, pleased with himself in the way he'd handled the whole thing, and with the boys' reaction. "But...what about all our stuff, our toys and our games and clothes and..." "CLOTHES?" Buddy laughed. "I'll arrange for Goodwill to make a pickup," Doug promised. "What about Kenny?" Bobby asked suddenly. "Who? Doug asked in surprise. "Who's Kenny?" "Bunny's boyfriend, the guy who was fuckin' her that day after school when you caught us all buck naked in her bedroom," Buddy reminded their father. "Ohhhh...uhhh...welll...THAT Kenny," Doug blinked, having mostly forgotten about his daughter and the fact he'd also have to explain all the details again to her, not to mention the fact she might have objections to having her life disrupted in such a manner, despite the fact she seemed to be thoroughly enjoying her role there on the island as a rare member of the female sex. "Maybe her and Kenny could get married and he could move in with us and they could fuck each other and make babies and..." Bobby suggested to his father's visible horror. "I...err...don't think so, Bobby," Doug forced a smile, then a dismissive laugh. "You told Bunny 'bout this?" Buddy cut to the heart of his father's sudden discomfort. "I...err...no...uhhh...not yet. The fact is, I've hardly even SEEN Bunny in days...except for earlier this morning when we were over...over by the pool and..." "You went to Phuquers?" Bobby suddenly whooped in glee, reading between his father's lines. "They wouldn't even let us NEAR that place the other night." "Hmph...thank god for that," Doug huffed. In his mind he pictured his last seeing Bunny, legs spread, some boy lavishing her with oral sexual pleasure. He shuddered at the thought of his beautiful young sons involved in similar debauchery. "You goin' back on the boat to sell all our stuff?" Bobby wanted to know. "I'll be going back...not sure just when, probably by helicopter...maybe for a week or two, get things settled up, close up the house..." Doug explained, having not actually thought through the horrendous chore moving his family to Ecstasy would entail; or, indeed, just what he WOULD do when he went back. Selling the business was only one part of the move, maybe even one of the simpler parts. Simple or not, it was certainly the part he dreaded most, having to explain to all his employees his sudden decision while being unable to explain to them WHY? He doubted any of them had ever HEARD of EcstasyInc. Rather, he HOPED none of them had. If so, that would further complicate things. He shuddered to think of what the town would think of him if they should become aware of the details. "Helicopter!" Bobby cried in surprise. "You gonna go back in a chopper?" "I don't know, probably...it's just a few hours by...chopper...as you call it...instead of a whole day, then another day getting from Nassau to..." Doug told the boy. "So we...we can stay here, us and miss cute cunt...all by ourselves and...and keep on fuckin' and stuff?" Buddy asked in delight. "Well, I thought I might ask Derek to kind of move in, keep an eye on you while I was gone," Doug suggested. "He's going to be working here on the island too. He's the new P.R. man for EcstasyInc." "What's P.R.?" Bobby wanted to know. "Public Relations, dumbass," Buddy gave his brother to know. "He's a writer...writer's are good at shit like that." "Fuck you, I ain't no dumbass," Bobby smacked his brother sharply on the naked thigh. "Just for that, you can jack your OWN cock all day long." "Boys, boys..." Doug intervened. "Might I suggest that neither ONE of you go out of your way to shoot your cum between now and...and whenever the tests start. If either one of you start puberty you could blow this whole thing." "You mean we can't...have...have orgasms?" Buddy asked, dejection spreading across his beautiful, sweet face. "I...err...no...of course not...I didn't mean that at all," Doug stammered, once more coming to terms with just how important sexual pleasure had become in his children's lives. "I just meant...okay, let's put it THIS way, if either one of you should happen to start ejaculating, let's just kind of keep it a family secret, okay...and hope it don't happen. Okay?" "Okay, but what if...you know, Buff or Boff...you know, sucks us off and makes us cum...they're gonna know...right?" Buddy reasoned. "That's okay, they wouldn't tell no one...not if we told'em not to," Bobby promised. Doug wasn't so sure but, in any case, there was little he could say or do beyond that. Whereas before, he'd been HOPING his beautiful young sons would soon join the ranks of the...he smiled to himself recalling the drink he'd at at Phuquers that morning. He now found himself hoping his boys would not soon become "sperminators." "Well, whadya think?" Kevin spun wildly, arms outflung, reveling in the spactious new house he and Ronon had just introduced his father to. "Well, kind of 'over the top' I guess you'd say. It's not exactly what I'd have chosen, but I suppose it'll do," Darin inspected his new abode, noting the similarities to the only slightly smaller palace Jim Loin occupied over on the outer island. "And did you get a load of the swimming pool down below," Ronon gushed as he all but dragged Darin down the broad, floating steps to the ground floor. Almost reluctantly, Darin followed his son and Ronon out through the folding glass doors to the pristine patio and pool. "Nice," he pronounced as he looked over the sleekly modern layout. Down a few steps and off to the right was an outdoor kitchen featuring a grill, sink, refrigerator and other modern appliances. Two fountains spouted gracefully from a large oval at one end of the pool while at the other end another fountain spewed water out across one end of the patio to a big round spa in the middle of a grassy lawn. "Very nice," he repeated. "He doesn't see it?' Kevin laughed. "See what? Darin asked, then looked back. He started laughing. "Oh my god..." Both boys were almost rolling on the pavement. "Who the fuck designed this...obscenity?" The pool was shaped like a giant cock. The oval area at one end with the two fountans constitute the balls. At the opposite end, the pool suddenly widened to form a "cock head" while the gushing fountain gave the appearance of a continuous ejaculation into the big puddle that was the spa. It's not too obvious...obviously, from down here but you should see it from the AIR," Ronon laughed. "I could have it filled in, you know," Darin threatened. "And you'd have the whole fuckin' island up in arms," Kevin promised. "It's something of a historic landmark, the first pool built here on the island." "Your friend...what's his name...the architect...?" "Mr. Bennet?" Ronon laughed. "Yes...Mr. Bennet. He seems to have quite a sense of humor," Darin smiled, as once more he looked back over his new digs. "Come on, there's lots more to see," Kevin urged as he resumed his guided tour of the place. "There's two bedrooms downstairs, two upstairs, a spa over there between them, a three-unit carport big enough for the limo, ya got a pool table, and a sort of office here on the lower level, he displayed with lavish gusto. Then leading them back upstairs, he went on, "two more bedrooms up here," he repeated living room there, double fireplace, dining room, bar just beyond that, kitchen around the corner there..." "The TV room is kinda small but..." Ronon noted, "but the bedrooms are nice and big, that's what's important." "Big enough for you two to move in with me," Darin suggested. "Daaadddd...we're MARRIED, we got our own place," Kevin instantly objected. "Don't remind me," Darin sighed. "Only here could two horny young boys, one eleven, one thirteen, live together with only a slighly older, Italian houseboy to keep them in line." "We're big boys now, we both got jobs, we're both making good money..." Kevin went on, voicing his displeasure that his father would even suggest such an arrangement. "By the way, where's my...staff?" Darin questioned. "This place is big enough for a sulton's harem." "Well, the last guy had five boys...they've all been reassigned, of course," Darin told him, having been the one doing the reassigning. "We'll go over to the office next, then next door to the dorm and line'em up, let you have your pick of the litter." Darin shook his head, dizzy with the dawning reality of the peculiar pleasures and responsibilities he faced. "Which one's my bedroom?" He asked, trying to establish some kind of firm base upon which to build. Ronon laughed. "ALL of them, I guess." "Dad, that's kind meaningless, ain't it?" Kevin sought to bring his father around to what some of them called, "ecstasy-think." "I mean...they're all alike, right? You don't got no clothes and stuff to unpack...your boys will tend to sleep and fuck in whichever one is most convenient at the time. Hell, in YOUR case, you could sleep in 'bout any fuckin' bed on the whole ISLAND." "The nice thing about this place is its location, right here in the middle of everything," Ronon explained as they headed back down to the carport and the ubiquitous golf cart. "One of the hotels, the Cypress Tower, is just across the road, the hotel pool just beyond that. The beach in behind the house fronts on the lagoon...always calm...great for a saltwater dip, if you feel embarrassed to use...the obscenity, as you called it." "And if a storm comes up, the emergency access to the shelter is just up there on the ridge," Kevin pointed. "And if you want some exercise, all you have to do is jog up over the ridge, round the pool, across the road, and you're at the EcstasyInc main office." "How convenient," Darin groaned. Going now to the main office wasn't something he was looking forward to. "I'm not at all sure I'm cut out for this job of being the boss over everything and everybody...office hours, a secretary, personal staff of...how many? Five?" "Just think of it as a giant yacht and you're the captain," Ronon tried to ease Darin's mind as they took the long route by way of the road looping around the island to get to the dreaded main office. "Except in this case you don't have to navigate or watch out for rocks and stuff." "Hmph...yeah, and the boat's a damned sight bigger...a crew of hundreds of horny teenaged boys, more'n five hundred equally horny passengers...I'm starting to feel like Captain Smith." "Who?" both Ronon and Kevin asked at the same time. "Oh, you never heard of Captain Smith?" Darin asked wryly. "He was the captain of the Titanic." The Ecstasyinc office tower was a five-storey glass and stone building on the wharf just around the corner from the port terminal. Ronon parked the cart on a small, street-level plaza then they descended steps to the main entrance which was actually the basement level. From there they entered the building through a set of Ecstasy Island's trademark folding glass doors to confront what appeared at first glance to be an oval indoor pool. Actually it was only HALF a pool. A mirrored back wall created the allusion of a full-size swimming pool. "Impressive," Darin pronounced as they paused to let his first impression register. "This way," Ronon led them to the right toward one of two elevators situated on either end of the building. "The next level is an open area with the fountain and gold leaf sculpture you saw from out front," Kevin explained, once more enjoying his role as tour guide to his father. The second floor is a residential area for the building staff...secretaries, receptionists, errand boys..." "All male, I assume," Darin smiled as he saw two or three of them get off the elevator. They appeared to be about his age, in their early twenties. They greeted Ronon and Kevin but ignored Darin. "Enjoy this, it's the last time you'll ever enter this building annonymously," Ronon told his father-in-law. "Right," Darin sighed in dispair. "The third floor is staff offices--Derek's office, Doug's office, Ronon's office..." Kevin went on as the elevator rose. "I don't get no office," he pouted. "Your office is here on the top floor," Ronon gestured as the elevator doors opened to a small foyer beyond which was a spacious waiting room done in tans with the same light gray polished limestone as the outside of the building. "And this is your secretary, Albert Cartenuto. Al, I want you to meet your new boss; this is Darin Romeo, our new managing director as of this morning." "My dad," Kevin put in proudly. "Mr. Romeo..." Albert Cartenuto stood and shook hands across his desk. "So glad to meet you, and even more glad to finally have someone I can talk to face to face." "Please, just call me Darin..." "Dad..." "Just call him Mr. Romeo," Ronon instructed, in reference to his earlier discourse on first names. "Of course," the tall, thirtyish demi-god of a man smiled formally, masking his confusion. "But feel free to call me Al." Albert Cartenuto was fashion model handsome with golden blond hair, broad shoulders, prominant, powerful pecs, and a slender waist with washboard abs, appearing to have stepped straight from the pages of GQ, only without the clothes. His soaring hard cock, Darin estimated, would easly weigh in at eight inches or more. Darin felt overwhelmed by his secretary's physical presence, wondering how in hell he would ever feel comfortable supervising such an incredible specimen of naked manhood. "Permit me show you your new office," Al stepped back from his desk and opened a set of darkly stained double doors behind him through which the official welcoming party stepped into an immense executive suite backed by a glass wall and balcony overlooking the lagoon and the island's port facilities. "Gee..." Darin said, trying to hide the feeling of being overwhelmed by it all. "We'll have the place redecorated, of course, if you'd like..." Al offered as they surveyed the warm brown, modern decor. On the richly paneled walls were paintings of beautiful, naked young men in various seductive poses. "Uhhh...err...no...this...this is fine," Darin gaped about, moving across the hardwood floor and the square area rug in the center of the room to try out the brown leather, high-backed, swivel chair behind the starkly modern executive desk. "Toilet facilities are off to your left, while behind you, the balcony wraps around three sides of the building offering you an eagle's eye view of much of the 'downtown' part of the island," Al continued, taking over Kevin's role as guide. "Oh, and you're gonna LOVE this, Dad," Kevin rushed across the room to a bookcase where he pulled one of the volumes forward causing the whole bookcase to slide to the left revealing a hidden doorway. "I wasn't aware you KNEW about that," Al said with a note of perturbed dismay in his voice. "It leads to a conference room and the other elevator, enabling you to come and go without passing through the front office." "I like that," Darin smiled for the first time at the prospect of avoiding a daily perade as he went to work. "Come on, we'll take the elevator down and I'll show you MY cubbyhole," Ronon urged, leading the way as Darin tried desperately to absorb all the newness assaulting his life. "I...err...Al, I...I probably won't be back in until tomorrow morning...if anyone calls," Darin directed his hunk of a secretary. He made a mental note to promote the man to executive assistant. Secretary sounded so...feminine.